Once Upon a Life: Amaurea Uruviel - Chapter 1 Snippet

I heard the trundle of footsteps nearing and I tilted my head up towards the rough looking teenagers that were drawing near to me; a flicker of hope darted across my grubby face. "Maybe they want to play!" My naive, yet vast imagination, began leading me to another world; somewhere I could play and laugh: a place where I was loved.


"Kotor Rakasa!" He hissed it yet again; a thousand glinting beads of saliva came flying towards me, slapping against my face, before he sent me propelling through the air, as if I were merely a piece of junk. Landing with a resounding thump at the feet of the boy's acquaintances, like a sack of potatoes, the laughing and jeering pounded through my head, as feet began to be implanted into my body from all directions. Something smashed into my left temple; then there was darkness.


That was the last time I would let anyone touch me. I was focused on one thing:revenge. And I was prepared to go to whatever extent needed to get it. Through my treacherous childhood I had become accustomed to things around me. I had microscopic emotions; of which nobody knew. They remained hidden, deep down, as if imprisoned for murder. Pain, which I had once learnt to ignore, was now welcomed, as if a long lost friend; one that could comfort and calm me. Hatred -the only thing with the power to rise to the surface of my soul - was boiling up the anger inside me, keeping my need for revenge evident; keeping me from ending my life all together.


I began torturing people; my 'parents' - easy victims - had the privilege of being my laboratory rats. Any new way of causing distress upon others, was first tried on them. I may have been young, but I had 'mummy' and 'daddy' wrapped around my little finger. They suffered day and night, constantly begging me to set them free. They were as helpless as flies stuck in a spider web; they had no way out.



~ Amaurea Uruviel © 12/07/2012

Siblings at Heart

I took a glance around,
You were just another kid,
But a bunch of girls were talking,
You were the new boy in town.

I didn’t see the fuss,
Thought you were weird.
You sure were freakishly tall –
For a 13 year old, that is.

The bell goes,
Our assignment was given:
“Get in groups of 4 and…”
The rest muffled by noise.

I saw what was coming,
We were best friends, 3 in the group;
You were just 1 – rather lost looking – boy.
So we invited you to join.

Assignment failed majorly;
We went go-karting instead.
I later got accused of flirting,
But you looked up and pulled a face,
“She’s my little sister” you claimed!

From that day forth,
That’s how things have been.
Through all the fights and the bickering,
The injuries, adventures and laughs,
We’ve adopted each other,
Siblings at heart.

It’s been over 5 years now,
Since we first said our hellos.
The years keep flying by,
And it’s nearing the time,
For us to go our own ways;
To say our farewells.

But in reality,
It isn’t goodbye,
It’s “I’ll see you later”.
No matter how long that wait is.

The friendship we have can never be broken,
We may change physically, our features or clothes,
But with a small chat we’ll find; still hidden underneath –
That person we learnt to cherish, through our lives.

So cheers to that friendship made,
The binding of siblings obtained.
Whether you’re minutes or miles away,
You’re my brother forever.
So if you ever doubt yourself, remember this one thing:

Such a good person.
A loving son,
A great big brother,
You’re (usually) loads of fun.

From comfort, guidance,
Protection and strength.
To rebukes and ridicule,
You’ve offered it all.

My big brother,
You’re a part of me.
One of my best friends –
My twin forever.



~ Amaurea Uruviel © 12/07/2012

Just Another Snippet

They were all over here; entirely consumed by her presence. They didn't notice me, or the tears that flooded my face; they didn't notice me turn and run away.

All they could see was her 'oh so innocent' self - was I the only one to see through this act? To the lies and betrayal that were hidden beneath.

They pitied her, and in return, she pulled them in to destroy their lives.

I tilted my head to the sky and screamed; a scream riddled with the anguish, pain and hatred that pulsated through my veins.

One cut, two cuts, three. I began frantically slashing away at the wall in front of me. I could see nothing but the tears and blood that mingled down my face as images of her flashed through my raging mind. 

~ Amaurea Uruviel © 03/07/2012